Naed Cheerleader Tryouts

(This Girls Naked Sports story takes place just two weeks before aspiring nude track star Suzi Sims has to strip naked for the Dean--see 'Girls Naked Sports-CMNF College 01.')

"Are we really ready to do this?" I turned to my colleagues: Sandeep to my right, Samantha to my left. "Are we really about to ask eleven cheerleader candidates to get totally naked for us?!"

Sam clucked and showed me her phone. "Make that eight," she said. "We just had three girls back out."

I sighed.

"Hey," she said, "We only gave these poor girls twenty-four hours notice that our cheerleaders are gonna hafta go nude. I expect to lose a few more once they're all lined up and they hafta start stripping."

I shook my head. "They knew that our college was going FFN: Full Female Nude..."

Lawyer Sandeep chimed in. "But, they thought they had two weeks to prepare for that." Sandeep smiled and nodded as track star Brooke Hart joined us, apologizing for her lateness. All of us were seated on padded metal chairs behind a somewhat rickety table, facing the bleachers in our gym.

"I like that you have two female chaperones, but are you planning on doing certain things today that would require my legal presence?" He raised his eyebrows.

I shrugged. "You were available, and you did not protest too much when you heard that you were helping us evaluate eleven naked teenage girls."

That got us all looking at the checklists attached to the clipboards in front of us. There were categories to be graded from five (average) to ten (the feminine standard of beauty), such as:

o Face (include appearance of hair (head);

o Neck/shoulders;

o Breasts (note size and shape, include

appearance/coloration of nipples/areola);

o Back (note curvature; include any beauty marks);

o Buttocks (include appearance of anal

opening with cheeks spread);

o Stomach (flat or rounded);

o Pubic hair (note: landing strip preferred);

o Genitals (note: are outer labia mostly open closed or mixed?; compare with legs naturally open and with knees spread; if clitoral hood is visible how prominent?; is clitoris visible?; note also if inner labia are distended between legs);

o Legs (note: a cheerleaders' legs should always be visible, so combine overall look of thighs knees and calves; include bare feet if so desired);

o Overall appearance (compare rear view, each side, frontal view) and:

o Overall poise and comfort with her nudity (note signs of embarrassment: red face. shaking, legs/knees and/or buttocks clenched.)

NOTE: a school's cheerleaders represent the school's standards of feminine beauty... but cheerleaders are above all, sex objects--especially naked cheerleaders! Do not hold back on evaluating each nude girl according to her sexual attractiveness, and her desirability as your potential sex partner.

Wow. Very thorough indeed.

Sam's phone dinged. "They're all here," she announced. "They're coming in. If you guys are ready." She gave Sandeep and I mockingly serious, narrow-eyed looks, but just grinned at Brooke--who grinned back.

The heavy doors opened and eight gorgeous 18-year-old teenagers in tight navy blue midriff-baring tops (obviously no bras) and ultra-short matching flippy pleated blue skirts that teased nearly constant views of their lacy white panties walked in.

Our cheerleaders were still transitioning: very sexy uniforms last season, then going fully nude in just a few weeks. Nude cheerleaders, by the way, are not always totally nude. I'd carefully studied videos of other colleges that were already FFN; some had their girls starting out dressed, then gradually strip. Others saved the strip show for halftime. A few perversely had their girls run out nude and then partially dress.

Less than a handful of the twenty-some colleges I studied kept their cheerleaders stark naked all of the time.

I did like the partially clad option: the girls would make a show of tugging off their tight tops, then flipping their skirts over their asses and pulling their sexy panties all the way off. They would then naughtily bounce their bare tits and brazenly flash their bared slits as their pretty little skirts flew up throughout the rest of the game, driving the adoring crowd wild.

Now, Sam took over and instructed the eight sexy teens to simply line up quickly in front of us. These young ladies were all eighteen, but they had only left the joys of high school just a few months ago--they knew all about lining up.

"Oh my god," Sandeep mumbled next to me. Oh yes: these barely dressed young lovelies ranged from adorably cute to sexy-beautiful beyond belief. But I knew it wasn't just the current delightful scenery that was so 'OMG:' it was the fact that we would shortly be commanding these young women to strip naked for us, and then be very intently perusing every intimate part of their nude teen bodies.

Once the girls were all lined up, I leaned back and let Samantha continue. She was a natural leader without even trying. Girls and guys absolutely loved her and would often find themselves simply doing everything she told them to do without question.

Sam was my P.A., and both her curvy leggy look and take-charge personality reminded me of the redheaded P.A. on the TV show 'Suits', the girl who really should have been running that whole crazy law firm.

"Thank you all for coming here this morning," Sam began, "and congratulations on passing Coach--I should get used to saying Assistant Dean--Assistant Dean April Leski's cheerleader auditions. I know they were intense."

I felt guilty. April had somewhat illicitly forwarded me a video clip of the original fifteen contestants, all stepping out and shaking their tightly-covered breasts and flashing their pretty panties in their minimal outfits.

I already had my favorites: girl #1 was a soft, tiny blonde. I was already picturing her gentle, light pinkness on my lap as she sweetly lowered her softness onto my hardness for our first Intimate Friday.

Girl #7 was a curvier, but still little brunette. Now, she probably wasn't really that big on top; it was just something about her poise and the way that she carried herself, arms always crossed under her chest as if deliberately presenting those beauties to the world. I couldn't wait to get her tight top off and find an excuse to manhandle those firm, round mounds myself.

Sam continued:

"Now, we are going to get to know each of you very personally, especially once we get your clothes off! For now, state your number and your name for our notes--and please excuse us in advance if we still refer to you by number. You are all very special girls, and I know some of us... most of us... can't wait to get you all naked!"

She pointed to my little blonde.

"Um... I guess I'm number one, and my name is Emma."

Number two was a slightly taller, leggier blonde. "Number two--my name is Maddie."

Number three was a short but exceptionally curvy brunette. With her, still having teenage baby fat was a big plus, giving her a wonderfully voluptuous figure.

"Number three--Abigail."

Four was a midsized cutie with a warm, kissable face framed by reddish-brown hair.

"Four--Sarah."

"Five--I'm an Abigail too, but my friends call me Abby."

We all smiled and said "Hi Abby," to the dark blonde, suddenly hotly blushing little sweetheart.

"Next," said Sam.

A cute brunette version of my tiny blonde was next; maybe only 5' 1" or 2", 30 or 32 A on top, and with piercingly blue eyes.

"I'm Riley... uhhh... number six!"

We all smiled again. They were all so adorable with their clothes on; they would be positively edible once they got everything off.

"I'm seven--Jasmine." Jasmine defined the term 'willowy brunette', with her long slim legs and long hair, and those firm, rounded breasts.

"And last but not least?" Sam prompted.

"Number eight: Kaylee." Kaylee was a sweet-faced, brown-haired, brown-eyed girl; another one with a great, shapely figure for a teenager.

I was waiting for Sam to still go on. She cleared her throat. Oh, wait; it had been decided that, now that I was the Dean, I was in charge. I was to be the one who would order these tender young lovelies to strip naked.

I leaned back and let out a deep breath.

"Alright, girls--ladies--you are no longer little girls, you are all brave, strong young women who've made the choice to be here today.

We only have five openings on our cheer squad, so we are only taking the five of you who get the highest combined rating. You are, frankly, mostly going to be judged on how you look with your clothes off, and how poised you are once you're totally nude in front of everyone.

So, I'm going to ask all of you to get completely undressed--including your socks and sneakers. Just turn to the bleachers behind you, and pile your clothes there.

I will tell you what I told my runners when they first went nude: you can't run with your legs closed or with your hands cupped over your private parts. You are all athletes, and you will be exposing parts of yourselves that you have never exposed in public before.

But--I want you all to be proud of yourselves. You are all as brave as you are beautiful. You've all made it this far, and you're actually doing it. You're getting naked!"

They stared at me, then looked at each other.

"Go!" I gestured. "Start stripping!"

That got a few giggles as the eight girls turned away from us. Now we all had the chance for a good look at their pantied rears peeking out from under their skirts--while they were still wearing skirts. A very nice variety of bottoms; none disappointed.

Watch any group of women undressing together and you will notice certain common behaviors. There will be women who keep to themselves as they strip, as if putting their soon-to-be-bared bodies inside of an invisible bubble. There are others who casually talk and laugh together, as if getting together and undressing in public is nothing but another excuse for a girl's get-together. Finally there are others who seek out their audience, making bold eye contact as they brazenly expose more and more of their supple bodies.

It doesn't matter what girls do--blushing, giggling or vainly hiding their treasures with their hands--every single thing a female does as she's undressing and getting herself naked simply makes her more beautiful.

Finally, it was mostly down to panty removal. It must've been tough for these sweet young things--untouchable high school seniors just two months ago--to be suddenly made to expose their dirtiest secrets, just because they turned the magic age of eighteen.

We weren't merely asking them to stand in some artful art class pose, one leg gracefully bent, with just a glimpse of pubic hair. Oh no. We were asking them to show us the dirty places from which they peed, from which they pooped, and worst of all: the place into which, dirty boys, both young and old, could think of nothing but shoving their penises inside.

Once all were undressed, Sam gently got the girls to line up again. She had to remind them to get back into their original order: naked girls three and four blushed and giggled as they were mistakenly in spots four and three. Well, they were all newly nude and oh so cute that all was forgiven.

Now I had to take over and inform these cuddly cuties that, as nude female representatives of Goodview College, they not only were not allowed to cover their bodies, but they always had to stand with legs at least shoulder-width apart when they were naked in public. More blushing and lip-biting as pretty knees parted, and we all got more than a glimpse of the soft folds of paradise in-between.

I took the opportunity with eight naked ladies boldly facing us to begin the evaluation. I instructed our team to consider all of the delightful physical aspects each girl was displaying from the front. I estimated the range of breast sizes from 30A to 36C, with the mode, median and average at about 32 or 34 B.

Tunmies were all nice; most were gently rounded. I decided to save the examination and rating of their genitals for later, when we would have the opportunity to get a lot more up close and personal.

There was one girl, though, who had an obvious grooming problem. I looked over at Brooke who was already looking over at me and smiling as if she had read my mind.

Brooke was the expert in pussy hair grooming. She was one of the first naked college girls track and field stars, and her landing strip was probably the most photographed thatch of female pubic hair of all time.

Brooke had a blog and a podcast on the proper grooming of one's nether regions; her fans--who ranged from much too young teens to surprisingly older ladies--called themselves "pubie groomies." Brooke gave tips on all of the new products that were springing up, now that so many women were suddenly going nude at work and even baring it all in public. There were special pubic hair coloring tools, as well as pubic hair enhancers.

I thought girl number seven definitely needed some pubie hair enhancement!

Legs were all consistently teenaged cute with some more muscular than others, some much longer than others, but one or two with maybe a little too much thigh-level baby fat.

Now, to keep the girls on their toes--so to speak--I had them all turn to their right for a nice, comparative side view of breasts and asses, then turn completely around for our first look at their naked backsides.

Before they had a chance to consider their exposed positions, I had them all bend at the waist, which presented their bare rumps even more delightfully.

"Now girls: hands on your cheeks--your lower cheeks--let's open things up back there."

Nearly all of the girls looked at each other in shock, but they slowly complied. Now, none of them really opened up their ass-cheeks enough to set any new wide-open rear records, it was just the fact that all eight naked teens were all presenting their puckered brown holes to us in such a naughty way that made this pose so unabashedly naughty and so sexually exciting.

I wanted to give all of these bashful beauties tens just for putting up with our requests. As it was, I decided that I needed to slow down and take a really good look at what they were showing. I wasn't really into buttholes, but I had to admit: the view of both of these young ladles lower holes between their legs was quite the visual treat. So, I looked intently at each set of open cheeks and imagined my hands on each bare pair in bed. I then gave eights, nines and tens accordingly.

They were such good girls! I wanted to give each one a hug. A special, naked hug...

It was time to get them turned around and facing us again. I was giving them a little time to relax before we finally made them expose their most intimate parts--and we took an in-depth look at all of the bumps, crevices, and folds of female flesh that were nestled between their pretty teen thighs.

Sam was waiting for me to continue. "Why don't you introduce our next set of required poses," I asked, not daring to look at her.

She clucked. "Well. Someone's getting uncomfortable somewhere. Must be hard. Okay girls. You are going to be jumping, squatting and doing leg kicks nude or mostly nude right out there in front of a crowd. We're gonna hafta see if you can handle exposing yourselves like the true athletes we know you are."

"Samantha," I interjected. "Why don't you get up and show our girls the preferred position?"

She glared at me but she got up and went around the table "Thank goodness I'm wearing tight jeans and not a short skirt." Then she squatted back on her heels with her knees spread wide.

"A skirt would've been more dressy," I observed, craning my neck for a better view.

"Excuse me girls," Sam got up. "I have to go back and refrain from slapping the silly boy next to me."

Once she sat down, I had our bare-assed beauties spread out even more--before they spread their legs. I told them all to get into the position, and that we would now be getting up and appraising each girl's innermost parts close-up, having her both squatting down and standing up for us.

Clutching our clipboards, we all tried to act as dispassionate and professional as possible as we walked up to each squatting naked girl and studied each open cunt. Personally, I love all pussies, especially teen pussies, and I not only wanted to give each bashful babe a ten but also a nice wet kiss down there.

The poor girls--almost all with their eyes as wide as their gaping mouths--as they could not believe how much they were exposing! After squatting down for a closer look, we had the nudie cuties stand up--reminding them to still keep their pretty legs as open as possible.

Coincidentally, Emma, my little blonde, was not only number one but also had the most closed vulva. Her outer lips were remarkably plump and firm. Even with knees spread to the point of obvious strain, we could only see hints of a dark pink slit.

Shapely Kaylee, girl number eight, probably had the most open lady bits. Her inner lips were definitely danglers--drooping directly down between her plump, creamy thighs. I personally measured them with my bent thumb and guessed a three-quarter inch distention. She gasped as I made that brief, but very intimate contact.

Most of the girls had outer lips that were little more than easily-parted, gently rounded hillocks--which implied how easily a hardened member could slip inside. Their delightfully open varieties of inner labia often went into happy, swirly curlicues on their way down to their slitted holes. I did note that the more open a girl's privates, the longer and more prominent was her clitoral hood.

But now, I had to go back to Jasmine, our leggy and round-breasted girl number seven. I stared at her squatting, then silently directed her to stand.

"I know, I know," she said, blushing profusely. "But it's growing back!"

"Let me see," I replied, and I put my hand right up against what was mostly short hairs and stubble--a poor attempt at a landing strip. "What did you do, silly girl?" I asked, as I started rubbing my hand into her scant bush.

"Umm..." Jasmine was almost gasping. "My girlfriends and I all turned eighteen this summer. We went to one of those Certified Nude hotels and spas. It was amazing: running around naked everywhere, the lobby, the restaurant, and of course the spa...

I wanted to feel naked all over for my first all over nude massage. So, I had one of my girlfriends shave me--oh!"

My long fingers had strayed just below her attempt at a bush; the tips of said fingers were curling up beneath the terminus of her elegant, elongated hood.

"Ummm... I wasn't thinking. I was so lost in the feelings of being all naked--wanting to be totally in touch with my body."

And then Jasmine very slowly and deliberately licked her lips, and began to push her lower body into my hand.

"How was the nude massage?" I asked.

"Exciting," she breathed out, as I watched her sweetly pink-tipped breasts rising and falling. I stood closer to her. My fingers curled up and I felt her already sticky lollipop making its first appearance.

"Did he touch you here?" I whispered.

"No: that wasn't allowed. But I got so wet, I was so em--"

Jasmine suddenly stopped and pulled her body back. Samantha was suddenly standing next to me, giving me one of her patented "what the hell are you doing?" looks.

"Well," I announced. "I do believe that I have found her little clit."

Sam punched my arm. "You're supposed to note if it's visible, not go on some kind of... fishing expedition!"

I wisely decided to back away as Sam took over. I went back behind the table and had to make some discreet adjustments before I sat back down. I was so hard!

I watched Samantha as she talked and laughed and occasionally lightly touched naked Jasmine. I knew that Sam thought that naked girls were sweet, sexy and beautiful--but she had absolutely no interest in making love to them. I could see that the naked girls she was interacting with today seemed to accept that. Sam made them feel special, but she also made them more comfortable with their nudity.